Titania has the worst luck of the ancient world. First, her brother steals the Queen of Sparta and leaves her behind to deal with it, and then she's taken prisoner and forced to watch as 1000 ships sail to destroy her beloved city: Troy. The worst fact is that she's forced to stay with the unpredictable hero Achilles, who's unfortunately charming and undeniably good-looking. 1 princess. 1000 ships. Will Titania be able to save her city before it's too late? Or will the affairs of the heart get in the way?

Living in the boom of the 1920's, Olivia Rey works at a bar in London as a jazz singer. But not just any bar, Darby Sabini's. Little does she know she is going to catch the eye of one Peaky Blinder, Thomas Shelby. **Complete**

Meeting for the first time in a white dress with an officiant stood before them, John and Amelia's worlds are swirled like blood and water. Completed ✓.

Tommy Shelby and his peaky blinders have the run of Birmingham and are quickly expanding to London. When a mystery woman is seen out and about it causes a stir, but which family will meet there downfall on her arrival? Does Tommy Shelby need to watch his back?

Updated and Edited 2021: Lola Farnsworth was running away from Billy Kimber and was informed that he avoided Birmingham at all costs, when she unknowingly becomes wrapped up with the very family that Kimber was afraid of she soon found herself living with the handsome blue eyed Shelby. Can she unravel the riddle that is Thomas Shelby or will his life sweep her away before she can escape the grasp of Billy Kimber. TommyXOC EsmeLeeXJohnShelby

Book one of my Peaky Blinders series. When Toni is asked an impossible favor by her uncle, she must learn to overcome her fear and do what's best for her family: marry Thomas Shelby. *Peaky Blinders fanfic* BWWM *I do not own these characters but please do not steal my concepts ;) Started Sep. 29th 2015 (After seasons one and two were made) Highest ranking #5 in BWWM #2 in gangster #1 in incomplete

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."

Aurelia, a Noble Roman woman, had heard of the savage British tribes, their mystic Celtic ways, and the battles the Roman army was fighting against them on their shores. The battles her soon-to-be Husband, Quintus Acquilla, was fighting in the name of the Eagle. But she could not have predicted that, when she crossed the ocean to be with him and fulfil the marriage contract between their families, she would be captured by a Barbarian War Lord and made to be his War Prize...

"A King is not complete without his Queen." This is a story. A story that is far too unreal for anyone believe. A story that everyone should believe in. A story about love and death. A story so powerful that even the greatest and scariest leaders will kneel for it. A story about a woman and a man. A story of how a tiny mere human girl who made the werewolf King kneel in front of her because she shed a tear. This is not the fairytale that you thought you knew COMPLETED